NoahHannah arched her back and slipped her leg to the side, strawberry blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. Pale blue moonlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, illuminating her skin like liquid silver.Noah couldn’t stop himself from wondering if this was real. Even as his lips brushed h
Hannah swallowed hard and trailed her fingernails down his spine. “We’ll have to be quiet tonight, you know. For Melody’s sake.”Noah nodded as he pushed a little deeper, savoring every inch of himself plunging into her warmth.It wasn’t just Melody—this house was full to the brim. Her sister and he
HannahI awoke to warmth: a warm arm around my waist, a warm body against my back, golden rays of sun warming my cheek, heat pooling in my belly.It didn’t take long for consciousness to return, and with it came the memory of last night. My skin still felt flushed wherever Noah had touched me, my co
“Oh?”He nodded, letting Melody play with the seashell around his neck as he bounced her in his arms. “I can’t sleep without you, Hannah.”He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly; and yet I felt my throat close in response, my heart momentarily stilling in my chest.Little did he know that I’d had
HannahSix months passed in a blur.It all happened so fast that I didn’t even realize how much time had passed before it was too late. In fact, if anyone were to ask me about everything that had happened during those six months, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.I supposed I could have started w
HannahI couldn’t help but feel guilty as I stared out the car window.The tall trees passing by were a dense green blur, the scent of pine and fresh air filling my nostrils even from inside the car. The sky was the clearest blue, perfect for an outing in the countryside. Melody was cooing happily i
He didn’t have to tell me twice. The miniature goats—one pure white and the other white with brown spots—were the cutest little things, and I couldn’t help myself.“Come here, little guy—”The moment I stepped into the pen, cooing at the goats, I must have struck a nerve; because the white one, with
HannahI could hardly catch my breath. The chef—the private chef—that Noah had apparently hired was bustling around the kitchen, bags of fresh produce and gourmet ingredients piled in his arms.I glanced at Noah, still reeling from the shock of it all. We weren’t just staying in some lavish rental,